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What is it, girl?

Help!

Help!

Hey, Milan, as soon as the Emmy arrives, I need to talk to him.

And make sure that crowd gets canvas. You never know who saw something.

Inspector, I don't believe we've met. I'm Bill Raptor with the San Francisco

Gazette. What are we looking at here? This crime scene is off -limits to the

press, so get back behind the tape.

Why wasn't this bagged?

I said I wanted everything big enough to see bagged as evidence.

That's wet. Paper, not plastic.

Morning,

General. How are the troops this morning? We got a floater. Twenty

female. FSD's got their photos and Amy is on the way. And no ID, but I've

ordered fingerprints.

What is that?

My checklist.

Uh -oh. You forgot the most important thing. What?

Lunch. Very funny.

This is my first case as primary. I don't want to miss anything.

Hey, I said no press.

Oh, my God.

Officer, get him out of here. Wait a second. You know her?

It's Jennifer Lindley.

She's a reporter at the paper.

I better call this in.

Looks like she's not going to make her deadline.

Mom? Mom, I need to talk to you.

Hi, honey. Let's have a cup of coffee. No, look, I've been up all night.

I just made a fresh pot.

It's important.

Something happened.

Well, we'll talk about it in the kitchen.

Okay.

Sorry.

Never mind.

I'm estimating time of death somewhere between 7 p .m. yesterday and 3 a .m.

this morning.

That's an eight -hour time span, Stephen. Can't you be a little more

No, because floaters are problematic.

You know, C .D., you're lucky I'm even here at all. I think I got a little bit

of that Australian flu that's going around, so... Just keep your distance.

well, likewise.

Was she dumped out in the bay? Well, it looks like it.

Tide patterns are consistent with where the body was found.

So she drowned?

Yes and no.

Technically, she died of cerebral anoxia. Lack of oxygen to the brain.

Right. See, she should consume large quantities of water into her lungs until

her respiration ceased. She was alive but unconscious when she hit the water

her skulls fractured. Maybe she hit her head when she fell. Not unless she fell

into a baseball bat twice.

Her apartment was ransacked, we think, somewhere between 3 and 5 this morning.

Whoever it was got in with a key, probably the victims. We spoke to her

neighbors. The consensus is Jennifer Lindley had no boyfriend. She spent most

her time working. All she had in her fridge was moldy cheese and expired OJ.

she moved in about a year ago. She never even finished unpacking.

We voted phone and financial records.

What about the newspaper?

We're meeting the city editor, Scott Bruin, in an hour.

The San Diego job looks promising, but if I'm really going to make a move, I

should consider a newspaper back east.

That's where the real action is. I will definitely do what's best for my career.

Okay, so she's ambitious.

Make bank deposit, dry cleaning in, milk bread, tampons, call Sarah, car

insurance due, dinner, him.

Who's him?

You?

No, she just...

career plans, words to the wise, self -analysis. There's no him.

Overlook nothing.

Some good advice?

Well, she's certainly not helping us much with the detail.

I guess she didn't plan on dying.

An army of strangers tramping through her personal life.

I don't know if I'm getting caught up back together again.

This just makes me want to go home and throw away everything I own.

In case you get whacked tomorrow?

No, I'm serious.

You think I want some stranger going through my underwear drawer saying, hey,

she used to die from.

It's my life, you know. Until someone takes it from you.

Milk bread tampon.

There's a legacy for you.

You know, when my mother died, one of the worst parts was going through her

things. And most of that stuff I had never seen before.

And you know what?

Most of it was useless.

Useless junk?

Pretty much.

But, you know, stuff that was important to her.

Your treasures are someone else's garbage.

Remember that the next time you absolutely must have that souvenir plate

picture of the Washington Monument on it. Or the keychain with the fuzzy

chimpanzee.

The fuzzy chimpanzee?

Bottom drawer of my desk at home.

Right next to the souvenir plate.

Newspaper? Yeah.

Maybe someone there knows who him is.

Jennifer's worked at the paper for about three years.

Was she working on anything controversial?

Anything that might have led to her death? Jennifer worked at City Beat. The

last article she did was on the rising cost of nannies in the Bay Area.

Hardly a topic right with danger.

Of course, she always had some project going on her own.

Something she hoped might give her that big break.

Any idea what?

No.

We'll need copies of all of her articles.

No problem.

Did you spend any time with her outside of work?

Well, occasionally. Someone's birthday, promotion, whatever.

A bunch of us would grab a bite across the street.

Was there anyone here she didn't get along with?

No, not at all.

Jennifer was very well liked.

She'll be missed.

What are these?

They're requests for back issues of the Gazette from the newspaper's morgue. For

one of her stories?

I'm not sure what they're for. You can check for yourself if you want.

The archives are in the basement.

Thank you, Mr. Burrow.

When does the principal want to see me?

I can't, Ma.

No? Keep him home after school today and I'll see if I can swing by.

Yeah, you can tell him I'm not happy.

Okay. Thanks, Mom.

What's up?

Ben got in a fight at school today.

You kicking some butt?

Hardly the right question, Jim. You know I'm kidding.

It's just not like him.

Is that her?

Juanita Vasquez, 16, Colombian passport, got off a plane this morning.

What happened?

We don't know. Car she was in was speeding. Patrol units in pursuit.

Driver was going at least 85 into 35.

Lost control and kissed a phone pole goodbye.

Why was he running?

The car was stolen ten days ago.

Has she said anything?

She just stopped crying. I'm not even sure how much English she speaks.

Juanita, soy la inspectora Ramirez.

Está muerto.

El hombre que iba manejando, ¿está muerto? Sí, está muerto.

¿Hablas inglés?

Sí.

Lo siento mucho.

I'm so sorry.

I know you're sorry, Juanita, but that's not going to be good enough.

You were involved in a police pursuit that resulted in death.

You're in a lot of trouble.

Juanita, we need to know who the driver was.

We need to know what you were doing in that car.

I don't know.

I don't.

Juanita, what's wrong? I got 911.

Juanita, please.

He found me.

Should have been a detective.

It's a cute hat.

How long you been working here? Mom, just go home.

You said you needed to talk. How old is that guy, like 20, 25?

Night.

Can you take a break?

No, I can't.

Can't take five minutes?

You couldn't give me five minutes this morning. I'm here now. Well, I'm busy

now.

Okay, when?

When do you get off?

Come see me?

Please?

Vandalism at City Hall Annex Construction Site, March 12, 1999.

Reed?

Dan, hi.

Yeah, sure, what time?

Oh, great.

I love you, too.

Dinner with the doctor.

Lucky you.

Electrician's union president, Larry Mellon, shot to death in a parking

March 14th, 1999.

That's two days after the vandalism. I remember that. That was never solved.

No leads in the union murder, September 10th, 1999.

Researching an unsolved homicide, that's a long way from rising nanny costs.

Maybe she was looking for a big break. Maybe she found it.

You brought her in? You may have saved her life. What's wrong with her?

Something she ate.

These drug mules come into the country with anywhere from two to three pounds

contraband in their system. We counted 40 latex bags inside her, probably

cocaine. I've already contacted the DEA hospital policy.

Is she going to be okay?

It's too early to tell.

Ask me again after she's passed the drug.

And hopefully it'll be soon.

As you know, stomach acid eats away at the latex of the condom. There could be

small tears in them to begin with.

If one of these bags breaks, she's going to be dead in less than a minute.

Is there anything we can do?

Pray.

Inspector Reed?

Inspector Perez. Thanks for coming by. Oh, call me Frank. Call me anytime.

How you doing, CD?

You miss me?

Whenever I could.

See you at the primary in the Larry Mellon murder.

The union press, yeah. Guilty as charged.

We'll need everything you've got.

Everything I've got? Well, for you, no problem.

Zip it, Frank. She's married.

I don't discriminate.

Single, married.

Breathing. So where are you in the case?

Well, nowhere.

I'm getting nowhere every day. Millen was shot three times, point blank. His

briefcase and wallet were missing.

Robbery homicide.

What about a possible union angle?

We looked. Nothing there.

Nothing you found.

We'll need to look over your murder book.

We're working the homicide of that reporter from the Gazette. She was

researching Millen's murder. We think there was a possible connection.

Good luck.

Your murder book?

All yours.

Just... Send it back after you've cracked the case, Sherlock.

Hey.

What's going on, Benjamin?

Nothing.

Nothing? I don't call punching Jeremy nothing.

I want to know what happened. I thought he was your best friend.

He said stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Benjamin, what kind of stuff?

Ben, we've talked about this. Remember, if somebody calls you a bad name or they

say something that you don't like, that's no excuse to hit them.

It wasn't like that.

So why'd you start a fight?

What'd he say to you?

He said I was a bastard.

Because I don't have a dad.

Yes, thank you, Mrs. Lindley.

We can see the victim's mother tonight.

Good.

What's that?

Police report on the construction site vandalism.

Nothing jumps out. Nothing you've found.

What, I'm supposed to pussyfoot around Perez just because he hasn't solved his

case? I've investigated 35 homicides.

Six of which are still open. I worked just as hard on the six as I did the

29. Those are the ones that keep me up nights.

So you're saying I owe Perez an apology?

No. I'm just hoping you don't find yourself in his shoes someday answering

questions about Jennifer Lindley's unsolved murder.

I won't let that happen.

What?

This is not an exact science. You don't write a list and go through the steps

and bingo.

You hope that the killer was sloppy, that you find some blood. Maybe a

walks through and points you in the right direction.

Sometimes solving a case involves luck.

Plain and simple.

The United States government doesn't take kindly to having its borders

by drug smugglers.

Ms. Vizquez, either you cooperate or you're going to go to prison. How does

Life sound?

He iba a encontrarme con Rodrigo Bernal. Juanita, speak English, please.

I was supposed to meet with Rodrigo Bernal.

Where?

Yo no sé.

The man, the driver, picked me up. Said he'd take me there.

All right, look, Juanita, in order for us to help you, you really need to help

us.

How? How about a phone number? Didn't you make a call when you got off the

plane?

Oh. I know where the man was supposed to pick me up.

We can only push her so far until the drugs are out, so we'll wait till the

laxative takes effect and then go after her. We lose her now, then we end up

with nothing.

You know this Rodrigo Bernal?

He's on our list. He operates out of the tenant line.

Rodrigo's pretty slick.

He always uses young girls, has them swallow whole grapes soaked in olive oil

practice for the real thing. And why the hell haven't you arrested him? We need

to catch him with the drug.

We intercepted another of his girls about a month ago. She agreed to

but then she backed out.

We found her body later with her gut sliced open.

Rodrigo was making sure that there were no drugs left on the shelf.

Please, don't be angry with me.

It was the only way I could travel to your country.

How much did Rodrigo pay you to do this?

Nothing.

No money.

But I get to come and stay here in America.

And Rodrigo said if I do as I'm told, he will send me to Disneyland.

Disneyland? Wait a minute. You're telling us that you swallowed two pounds

drugs for a trip to Disneyland?

Jennifer Lindley.

You remember, Tony, that young reporter from the Gazette? She was here last

month to interview us.

Doing an article on the reconstruction of the city hall. What about her?

We found her body in the bay this morning.

What happened?

She was murdered.

I don't believe it.

Believe it. When Jennifer came to see you, did she ask you any questions about

Larry Millen's death?

Millen? Why would she ask about Larry?

You didn't answer my partner's question.

Ask about the city hall on it. Budget overruns, completion data, how much of

old structure is being retained, like that.

Larry's name was never mentioned.

Well,

we're mentioning him now.

In fact, the police have had my union's full cooperation on Larry Millen's death

from day one.

We'd love to see you find the guy. Frankly, after all this time, I see you

giving up and throwing in the towel.

Well, it's still an unsolved homicide, and we think the two deaths may be

connected. What possible connection?

You'd like to help me, but... You met with Jennifer Lindley the one time, and

you had no contact since?

That's right, George.

None.

Mr. Duncan, what exactly does a business agent do?

Acquire and negotiate employment contracts on behalf of the union.

Did either of you work with Larry Mellon?

I was Larry's business agent. George was one of our shopsters.

So when Mr. Millen died, you two moved up.

You're accusing us of something, inspectors. Not at this time.

And if you accuse us, we have a lot of union business to take care of.

Hey, you're just in time.

About to eat your turkey sandwich.

I'm not hungry.

I'll bet.

I wouldn't be either if I was smelling those cheap hot dogs all day. I did

something terrible.

I slept with Tom, my old boyfriend.

You're right, that's terrible.

How'd it happen?

It just happened.

Things like that don't just happen.

Mark was away snowboarding.

Tom showed up at this party.

I hadn't seen him since we'd broken up.

He dumped me.

You know how crazy I was about him.

The next thing I know, he's coming on to me.

That was all a tip.

I had too much tequila.

Mom, please, say something.

Tell me what to do.

Where did you learn to speak English?

In the church school.

Your country is so wonderful.

I always knew I wanted to come. How did you expect to survive? You have no

family, you have no friends.

I have familia.

I would make friends.

Rodrigo would help me.

Rodrigo only helps himself, Juanita. Nadie mas.

About a month ago, another girl, Colombian like you, brought drugs into

country for him, and her reward was to get her stomach sliced open.

My sister, Gabriela, she came here about a month ago for Rodrigo.

Have you spoken to her since?

No.

What's wrong?

Help me!

CP, 90 over 40, respiration 26, pulse 60.

Wait outside, please.

Help me, please!

Hey.

Get real with that kid.

His sister compliments of Rodrigo.

How did they let themselves get into this?

Is she okay?

Yeah, the drugs are out.

Any of the bags break? Luckily, no. She's barely had anything to eat or

the last 24 hours.

I've signed the hospital release form. She's back in your custody now.

Be gentle.

What is that supposed to mean?

She's a nice kid.

And I assume you're not planning on taking her to Disneyland either.

Hey, what time was your dinner date tonight?

Oh, my God, Daniel, I completely forgot.

He's probably sitting at the restaurant.

Hey, next time you're primary, maybe you should put it on the list.

When I was pregnant, I prayed every day my baby would come out healthy.

I was so relieved when she was born. Ten fingers, ten toes.

I thought, thank God, my worrying is finally over.

We're very sorry for your loss, ma 'am.

You say that what happened may be related to my daughter's work at the

newspaper? We're exploring that possibility.

Did you have a close relationship with Jennifer?

Very. She came home nearly every other weekend. We talked on the phone almost

every day.

Was she working on a story prior to her death?

Jennifer was always working on something.

Not a day went by, but she would never say what, not to me or anyone. That was

her way.

What about boyfriends?

A married man.

I wasn't very happy about it. Where was that supposed to go? She was wasting her

time with him. We argued over it. Do you know his name? Of course.

Her boss at the paper.

The city beat editor.

Scott Berwyn.

She was bright and funny and we had a great time together.

But I wasn't planning on leaving my wife.

I never made Jennifer any promises.

Of course not. You were too busy giving her pointers.

She wasn't naive. She knew the score.

And she could keep the secret.

She must have been perfect for you, so why bother to kill her?

Oh, that's insane.

You don't actually believe I'm involved in this.

You lied to us. That makes you a suspect. I was protecting her

Oh, please.

When was the last time you saw Jennifer?

That afternoon, the day she was killed.

I asked her out for dinner, but she begged off. Something about an important

appointment. Appointment with whom?

The source.

She didn't say who or for what.

And you didn't ask?

Some newspaper man.

If she had wanted me to know, she would have told me. Meaning she didn't trust

you. You better have a damn good alibi as to where you were night before last.

I worked until 6.

I was home by 6 .30. I was home all night.

Alone? With my wife and kids.

We'll need to corroborate that.

Look, you don't have to mention the affair, do you?

I mean, why would that be necessary?

His reputation are you protecting now, Mr. Berwyn?

You want to go over this one more time?

Okay, when Rodrigo answers the phone, you tell him that everything is all

You didn't call him yesterday because the driver never showed.

You spent the entire night at the airport. You were too afraid to go

What if he doesn't believe me? You have to make him believe you, Juanita.

Remember, he wants his drugs very badly.

He'll arrange for you to come to him. Probably in a cab, or he may send

driver. Whatever he asks, you say okay.

I meet with him alone?

Don't worry. We will be right behind you.

Okay, we're up. Just keep them talking. The longer, the better, all right?

I

didn't

know what to do. No one came to get me.

Yes, I understand.

No, no one is following me.

Yes.

418 19th Street, room 210

at the King Edward Hotel.

Yes. Nos vemos pronto.

Mrs. Verwin? Yes.

Thanks for coming.

I'm Inspector Angela Reed. This is Inspector DiLorenzo. Hi.

I was just picking my daughter up from school when I got your message.

Well, this won't take very long. We just need to ask you a few questions.

Here.

Have a seat.

Can you tell us what time your husband got home the night before last?

6 .30. And did he leave the house any time after that?

Why are you asking about Scott?

We're investigating the homicide of Jennifer Lindley. She was a reporter at

Gazette. I'm sorry to hear that.

But why do you need to know where Scott was to rule him out as a suspect?

In a murder investigation?

Honey, you sit right here and you don't move, okay?

We just need to explore every possibility.

Came with home all night.

We watched a video and went to bed.

Thank you.

They worked together, you say?

Yep. Although they were friends.

Mommy, can I run my dinner now?

Jennifer Lindley?

He never mentioned her.

Mommy!

Are you telling me my husband was having a relationship with this woman?

The whole point is to get the guy on tape accepting the drugs.

That's what we do with the mules. Bust them, pump them out, wire them up, and

then nail the dealers.

Pump them out, wire them up? This is a person.

The first thing he's going to do is pat her down. If he finds a wire on her,

he's going to kill her. We know he's capable of it. And that's a risk I'm

willing to take. But we're not.

It's not your call.

She's a 16 -year -old girl, young man. She was recruited off the street. She

taught what to do, and apparently she was a good student because she was able

swallow a kilo of cocaine one bag at a time. She knew what she was doing. Yeah,

I know all that, okay? But the point is that she did it for a trip to

Disneyland, for God's sake. Next week, next month, another 16 -year -old girl

going to show up at the airport. Maybe she's going to get by us and the drugs

will hit the streets.

Or she'll leak and then end up on a slab.

Is that what you want?

Excuse me.

Well, he's a horse's ass, but he has a point.

So what did you say?

In relation to what? Come on, Kate.

You spend months peeking around corners.

After this morning, I got to tell you, now that Amanda's seen me naked, I take

her thought. Oddly enough, our conversation had nothing to do with you.

You were so damn guarded. I am not guarded. I have a life separate from

My daughter came to me with a problem, so now I have a problem.

I'm sure you gave her good advice.

I'm not.

I think I gave her nothing.

I think I failed her.

You want to feel sorry for yourself, fine.

Don't take it out on me. I don't have kids.

I don't even know what their problems are.

So what good are you?

I know this.

Your daughter needed help and she turned to you.

That's not failure.

Guess we can cross Berwyn off the list.

I'm liking the union angle.

That's a long shot.

I don't think so.

A union building site is vandalized. Two days later, union president Larry

Millen is murdered.

Along comes Jennifer Lindley to do a pop piece on a construction project.

Instead, she thinks she makes a connection between the two crimes.

Proof of which, she was murdered, too.

Did we just ruin a marriage today?

That marriage was already ruined.

Besides, we had no choice. We had to make sure Mrs. Berwin was telling the

about her husband's alibi.

We had a choice. As far as I'm concerned, if your husband's cheating on

he's waived his right to privacy.

I guess, but... Look.

This is your first case as primary.

You have to ask yourself what you're willing or not willing to do to solve

Anything within the law.

Good.

You know, it just seems like you're taking this very personally.

Yes, I do take murder very personally. Can we get back to work now?

Fine.

So who would know what really happened at that construction site?

Maybe George Duncan.

Why him?

Why not the other guy, the new union president, Perillo?

Because he told us he had no contact with Jennifer after the interview.

I've got a half a dozen phone calls from Jennifer to Duncan's home in the last

month.

So why didn't you say so?

All right.

We spoke.

She asked a million questions.

What did you tell her?

What happened at the City Hall Annex construction site two days before Larry

Millen's death?

We will get to the bottom of this.

I got a call from Larry.

He told me to round up some of the guys and trash the site.

The union president ordered you to trash your own project?

Larry found out there were scabs, non -union work in that job.

He wanted to teach the developers and whoever set it up a lesson.

Who set it up?

Perilla?

The union president?

Problem is, Duncan had no actual proof.

If he has, he's probably afraid to use it. You know, Beth, how did Jennifer

Loonley get on to the story?

At least she spoke to some of the rank and file. She heard rumors of kickbacks

being paid to someone to hire chief union leaders.

Perilla wouldn't talk to her, but Duncan did. He became her source.

Well, forget about Millen for a minute.

She was investigating a story that got her killed.

Where's the story?

Down in her computer.

At work or her apartment.

We looked. So did whoever ransacked her place.

Well, it's got to be somewhere.

Find it.

I hope you find what you're looking for. The night of Jenny's death wasn't for

nothing. It won't be, I promise.

Pretty far out on that limb, wouldn't you say?

I need to give her something to hold on to. Her or you?

Her current files.

Align Park, Wharf 8, Drive -In.

UBEW. United Brotherhood of Electrical Workers.

What?

Union boss murdered in payoff scandal.

Kevin, we got Jennifer Lindley's story.

How does union business agent afford a $600 ,000 condo in Kauai, a house on

Russian Hill, a 30 -foot cabin cruiser on a reported salary of $89 ,000 a year?

The story goes on to say Perillo took bribes in order to have non -union

at the annex site. So Perillo killed Millen to avoid being exposed.

A year goes by, Perillo figures he's gotten away with murder, then all of a

sudden this reporter shows up asking all the right questions.

Yes, just a minute.

Uh, where's the keeper's cabin cruiser?

Fossilito.

Get a warrant? Great.

Okay, she's on the stairs.

She's at the door.

I'm sorry.

Here, take these, now.

What are they for?

To get the drugs out, no more questions.

I want to see Gabriela, please. Where is she? You said she would be here. Don't

tell me what I said.

That's it. I'm going in.

Nice work, Juanita.

You can read him his rights when he catches his breath.

You all right?

Yeah.

Say, Dave, what'd you find on the boat?

Freshly shampooed carpet and blood on the wooden floor. Good work.

Captain. There's still a problem. I mean, this doesn't make sense. Jennifer

wasn't stupid.

Why would she agree to meet Perillo on his boat knowing he was a murderer?

She was meeting with a source that night.

Perillo wasn't a source.

George Duncan was the shop steward on the annex project.

How come he didn't know that non -union workers were employed on that site until

Larry Millen told him?

Maybe he did.

What will happen to me?

Well, you'll stay here and testify at a trial, and then they'll send you home.

We're very sorry about your sister Juanita.

I am sorry we ever came here.

You're lucky it's not you sitting in a prison right now.

Juanita, next time someone comes and asks you or anybody you know to carry

drugs, you run as fast as you can.

I am done talking to you. No, you're not. We found Jennifer Lindley's blood

aboard your boat.

It's impossible. We also found fingerprints.

Yours. Did he have access to your boat?

Yes, any time, sir.

You must have had Jennifer Lindley, just enough real information to get her to

meet you. You knew she'd find out eventually.

George Duncan, you're under arrest for the murder of Jennifer Lindley.

I don't believe it. I know George for 20 years. He killed her? Probably Larry

Millen as well. We tracked all the kickback payoffs to his down.

You must be feeling pretty good tonight.

Relieved is more like it.

That's your first case as primary, and you got two murders for the price of

Well, I didn't do it alone.

You okay?

Yeah.

Winding down.

So, Magda Ramirez, this is your life.

You're 16 years old. What's your biggest problem?

Hiding my new boyfriend from my mom.

Yeah, I know your mom. You never had a chance.

It was worth a try.

Man, it really shouldn't be a whole hell of a lot harder than that, you know?

I'm 16.

Donita's going to be okay.

We don't know that.

She learned a lot.

Yeah. But what cost?

Way too much.

I hope you're right.

If you could go now and live anywhere on the planet, where would it be?

It ain't paradise.

But it's home.

We're lucky.

Reed.

Hi.

Yes, I remembered.

I'll be there.

Anchor side.

Daniel, I said I'll be there.

No one wants it to happen, but it does. What?

Sometimes a job takes over and it can crowd everything else out of your life.

Not my life.

More power to you?

I went back to see Jennifer's mother.

Why am I not surprised?

In my first case, the victim's parents still send me a Christmas card.

All Jennifer Lindley wanted was to prove herself.

We did.

Page one.

Depends.

You still want to marry him?

Yes. I love him.

You don't sound like love to me.

Haven't you ever done something and then wished you could take it back?

Of course.

So, should I tell him or not?

I think you know the answer to that.

You know, of course, that there's another question here that needs asking.

Which is?

Your fiancé goes away for, what, how long was he gone? 24 hours?

And you're at a party getting plastered?

Going to bed with your old boyfriend?

Gee whiz, honey.

Isn't the man you're gonna... and the rest of your life with.

The question I'd be asking myself is, what the hell am I doing?

Are you disappointed in me, Mama?

You know I love you.

I'll always love you.

Hi. Hi.

What are you looking for?

Batman.

You remember how Bruce Wayne lost his family when he was a little boy, and he

was raised by Alfred the butler, and then they adopted Robin?

You don't even like Batman.

I know, puppy.

But the point I'm trying to make is that Batman, Robin, and Alfred were a

family. Not all families are the same.

I mean, even though Jeremy has a mommy and a daddy, and you only have me and

Abuelita, we love each other very much. And we're still a family.

You understand what I'm saying?

Yeah. Yeah?

No more fights, okay?

Okay. Okay.

You feel better?

Not really.

I still want a dad.

I know, puppy.

I'm working on it.